This is a song about "Gun to the head"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

My words are like bullets im ready to load it my tongue is the gun

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

The beatles to nirvana, take the gun outta his hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Didn't ya mom tell ya not to take the gun way,

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

Shell put the beam to ya head

Im trying to see her in bed

I love to pull out my gun

She’s a star if i ever seen one